While I sipped my version of nectar (a glass of Sauvignon blanc), this little guy kept me company sipping his own sugar-water brew. He likes to hover a few feet from my face, and today he hovered just out of reach of my cat Flip, taunting him. (The cat got very still.)
I am undone by the ephemeral presence of these birds, how they seem to exist between the insect andthe bird world — not fully avian. Their wings flap anywhere from 12 to 80 beats per second, and they are the only bird specie that can fly backwards. My favorite hummingbird feat is when one rises vertically, from a hover at eye level, to well above treetops.